“…Her Majesty the Queen, accompanied by her fiancé Viscount Milendva and school officials, was leaving the grand hall. A girl is rushing over to speak to the Queen. What is she asking? Billy, did you hear? What… ah! Oh my God! Quick—”
Then came whistle sounds and students’ shocked screams.
“You can watch too, officer,” Albert told the guard captain. “The footage is clear. That female student drew our attention, and then the assassin took the opportunity to act. Was that female student detained?”
“Detained, sir,” the guard captain replied while checking his communicator. “Your Majesty, the suspect will be taken to the Security Bureau for interrogation. Do you have any questions you want asked?”
After everything was arranged, the car was approaching Rose Palace. The palace’s close guard squad met them, escorting the convoy back to the Little White House.
After Wilhelmina changed her clothes in her room, Sir Wolf came to report that several ministers were waiting in the conference room.
Wilhelmina applied a little blush, put on lipstick, and walked out with spirit.
The anxious officials sighed with relief as the Queen entered the small conference room, appearing calm and composed. They were accustomed to Annabel’s impulsive temperament but found Wilhelmina’s gentle nature refreshing.
“Gentlemen, I believe you know what happened today,” Wilhelmina addressed the ministers, who eagerly listened to her.
“This was an unfortunate accident, but fortunately, no one was hurt. Thank you, Albert, for saving me,” Wilhelmina said, smiling at Albert by the window. “The guards have detained and are interrogating the suspect. Before we receive the interrogation results, I want to hear your opinions.”
While they all understood the situation, no one dared to mention the female student.
“We believe it’s time to strengthen surveillance on Countess de Garis,” the Security Bureau chief stated. “Although Your Majesty supports her full territorial autonomy, I believe strict monitoring would be more beneficial for your safety. Today’s incident may be linked to using the Countess as a pretext for chaos.”
“I’m more inclined to believe the latter,” Wilhelmina said humorously. “Even if Annabel wants to undermine me, she wouldn’t expose her own scars in public.”
“Your Majesty, I have a speculation,” the Intelligence Bureau chief said. “How much do you know about the Earth Church?”
